It started out with a kissThe Killers, “Mr. Brightside”
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss…
“I want to kiss you.”
“I have a rule never to kiss on the first date.”
This seemed mildly ironic, given that I was stark naked, spread-eagled to my bed, securely tied and immobile.
She was straddling me, clothed, sitting on my thighs while running a nail delicately up and down the bottom of my very erect, very straining penis.
“Please. I want to taste you. I want to feel the softness of your lips.”
“And I want to play wth you. I want to feel the hardness of your cock.”
I groaned incoherently, straining my head off the bed as far as my tied hands would let me.
“You’re hardly in a position to be making demands, are you?”
We had been flirting for a while online. Tentative exploration led to occasional but very enthusiastic chats. Those chats in turn led to an agreement to meet, just for coffee. Coffee led to me being very restrained and very turned on and very, very helpless.
She leaned towards me, the underside of my cock brushing against the rough denim of her jeans. I looked at her in hope, but she just laid a finger to my lips.
“Shhhhh. Be a very good boy. Lie back and don’t fight it. It’ll only be worse for you if you fight it.”
Frustrated but resigned, I collapsed my head back on the pillow. I watched her as she turned her attention back to my cock. I could feel her sharp nail tickling the glans. I felt her other hand weigh and heft my balls, before quickly closing around them in a tight grip. Her fist was a vice. I convulsed and groaned loudly as she kept the pressure on, deep ache extending to my abdomen.
“Didn’t I say you should be quiet, baby boy? Good boys are seen and not heard.”
She was continuing to tease the head of my cock and grip my balls as she said that. I did my best to breathe, to still myself; to calm down and be quiet. Her grip relaxed ever so slightly.
I felt her nail scoop at the tip of my penis, before her finger appeared at my lips.
“Here. You wanted to kiss something.”
She patiently waited until I took the tip of her finger in my mouth, tasting the salty wetness that she offered.
“Such an obedient boy.”
She went back to holding my cock in her hand, thumb running back and forth underneath the glans, driving me over the edge with lust and horniness. She sat back on my thighs, watching me. Blue eyes, flecks of grey, a dark ring around the iris. Unblinking and itense. An upturn that hinted at smirk at the corner of her lips.
I writhed under her thighs in response to her unrelenting attention. Finally I realized that she seemed to be waiting for something.
“What will it take to get to date number two?” I asked, hesitantly.
She grinned at that.
“What are you offering?”
I looked down at me.
“All of me?”
“I already have all of you. What else are you offering?”
I struggled mentally to process what she was asking for. I struggled to frame coherent thoughts as she kept teasing, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to process.
The pressure intensified.
I groaned incoherently, thrusting my hips against her hand. She rode my thrusts, sustaining pressure on my glans, defying me to get more sensation but never relaxing her attentions.
“What are you offering, pup? How are you going to make it worth my while?”
“Anything! I’ll give you anything! Please!”
“Are you sure about that?”
A grin played briefly over her features as she watched me intently.
“Oh, god! Yes! Please!”
She kept stroking.
“Here is what’s going to happen. If you want a second date, you are going to have to earn it.”
A flick at the tip to get my attention, and then back to the stroking. The persistent, relentless stroking.
“I want you to prove to me that you are mine. If you are willing to prove you can be obedient, you can take me on a date again next week.”
“Can I kiss you?” I gasped.
She grinned, never relenting the stimulation.
“We’ll see. Do we have a deal?”
Not even knowing what I was fully agreeing to, I nevertheless cried out in the affirmative.
Her pace increased, thumb stroking up and down the underside of my cock, while a fingernail grazed the corona. Intense and overwhelming and maddeningly slow, I felt an orgasm rising. My vision blurred. I felt tingly and warm all over. My balls felt heavy and tight. The pressure built and built and built, seemingly talking forever. She patiently kept stroking, watching, consistent, thoughtful, focused.
Finally I couldn’t contain myself. Bucking and thrusting, I felt my cock pulse and throb as orgasm overwhelmed me. The release was almost painful, burning jets of cum spurting from my cock to splash on my belly. Spurt after spurt, coaxed unrelentingly as she maintained her pace.
Collapsing in my bonds, my eyes rolling back, I felt her weight shift. A finger on my stomach, and then offered to my lips. I licked, tasting milky saltiness, before realizing what she was doing. Scoop after scoop, her grin confirming that she was thoroughly enjoying my abasement.
“Such a good boy.”
She twisted on the bed. I strained to see what she was doing, but she appeared to be digging for something in her purse. She leant back over me, attentive, focused on my increasingly flaccid cock. Still overwhelmed with the glow of an incredible orgasm, I lay back and let her.
It was only when I felt and heard a click that I strained again to see what was going on. My cock was now encased in a black cage I had never seen before. She gripped my balls, grinning, squeezing them tight and holding them.
“So, pup. Here’s what you have agreed to. You’re going to give me your orgasms. All of them. In return, I’ll let you take me on a second date. And if you are good, and obedient, and don’t try to escape, then maybe—just maybe—I’ll kiss you.”
I tried to protest, but again she put a finger to my lips.
She held her finger there as she climbed off me. She briefly took a chain out from under her blouse, dangling a key before my eyes, before returning it to between her breasts. She leant down, her breath hot on my face as she leaned close.
“Good pup. Such a good pet.”
She stroked my lips, still wet with the taste of my cum. Then a click as she opened the lock on my right wrist, before putting the key firmly in my palm.
“There’s a reason I never kiss on the first date.”
Prompt: Tell the story of a kiss that never happened.